Was I a bialy? Was I something more.
Alfonso gently took me off the shelf and carried me out the store.
Was he kidnapping me?
Was a bagel supposed to have feelings as like those I was experiencing.
I had little time to think. Could I make a run for it?
Suddenly I was placed in a box which was very cold.
This was it. I was going to die.
I had just started my life as a bagel and it would be a short life.
I would never be devoured.
I would be frozen.
Could there be life after this?
The door slammed shut.
I was now a prisoner.
Again.
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